Phew!
Yes folks, I can understand their feelings because they are about to play:

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand on a Sunday afternoon
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be our honeymoon
Ankle deep folks in sludge dear we'll walk hand in hand
They do say that the sewers of the Strand are the finest in the land

Sideways through the sewers of the Strand will be paradise for two
Who cares if the atomosphere is blue
'Cause there's nothing wrong with a good old British pong
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you....

Ah my darling little bride.
We meet by accident, folks -- she ran over me with a tram
Her name was Buler, mine was Jim.
I was glad they called me Jim, folks, because that was my name
I found that she had been going out with an Irish dentist called Phil McCavity
He walked with a pronounced limp -- l-i-m-p pronounced limp, folks
Oh the worry turned me grey. This gave me a strange appearance as I was bald
at the time.
Ah the first time I met her was late early one morning in Spring.
There was a heavy dew on the grass -- the had just be thrown out of
a synagogue for eating during the sermon
I told her 'Darling, let me take you away from the squalor you
live in, and live in the squalor I live in'
So, we were married in the Spring, folks
We had the reception in the pond
There was plenty to drink folks
And then off we went! Folks!

Sideways through those naughty sewers of the naughty Strand will
be a paradise for two (not one but two, folks)
Who cares if the atmosphere is blue (phew!)
'Cause there's nothing wrong (is there) with a goold old British PONG!
Sideways through the sewers of the Strand with you
I don't mean maybe.

<some chattering>
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